Falling Back to You | Benedict Cumberbatch ✓

chapter twelve

❝I know it'll make things worse. I just can't.❞

Scarlett's POV

As me and the girls stepped through the door, I immediately panicked. And heck, that didn't play well with my mood.

I slammed the door and Ella and Christina turned their heads towards me.

"Mommy..." Ella tugged at my shirt and I arched my hands onto my back.

"Get off El!" I screamed and then she hid behind her sister. Sighing, I shook my head. "No, El... I'm sorry... Look..." She came out from behind Christina and made her way towards me. I sat on the stairs and she joined me.

"Why are you angry Mommy?" Christina asked, sitting on the step below me.

"I'm... You know I'm not well... And I'm sorry girls. Just, next time." I held both of their hands. Don't tell Daddy about-"

"Having a baby brother or sister!" Christina squealed. I giggled.

"Yes! Daddy doesn't need to know..." Stroking Ella's head, I feel tears form in my eyes.

"Are you crying?" Ella asks me and I sniffle.

"No... It's my hay fever baby. Come on, let's get you girls to bed." I wipe my tears and they both follow me upstairs.

And after the girls were dressed and their teeth were brushed, they were finally in bed. All was quiet in our home again.

After getting dressed in my long night dress, I slither under the sheets and grab my phone. I dialled the number of my baby brother.

"Hey Paul." I smiled.

"Hey sis! You okay!" He asked and I went quiet. "Something's wrong... Isn't it?" Taking a deep breath I began to explain what happened just a couple of hours ago.

"... And that's what happened." I hear Paul sigh.

"Geez. You okay tho?"

"I'm... fine."

"You were never good at lying Scar." I slowly rubbed my baby bump.

"... I don't know what to think. I haven't told him-"

"-why? Sorry for interrupting."

"It's fine. I'm... just... scared. I... know he'll hate me more and, I don't really want to pull him into this after seeing he's happy after the divorce." Hearing Paul sigh, I frown. "Paul?"

"Sorry. I'm just thinking... I mean I've never been pregnant. I remember you before, with the girls. But things are different I guess. Just... do what you think is right. Don't be scared. And, if you need me to, I'll break it to him." I shake my head.

"No, I'll never ask that of you."

"You're my sister, even though sometimes you act like my Mum. But I'm here. In fact, I'm coming tomorrow, no questions." I try to stop him.

"But-"

"No butts. No big ones anyways." I laugh. "Look, have a good night sis and I'll come tomorrow morning. Talk it over with you."

"Night Paul." I place the phone on my bed side table and fall fast into my slumber.

The next thing I knew, it was morning and I was downstairs, cooking breakfast for the girls.

They sat on the table as I slurped up my tea. Suddenly, Christina pushed her plate away.

"What's wrong Chrissy?" She folded her arms.

"I left Mr Snuggles at Daddy's house..." I lifted an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" I asked and she frantically nodded.

"I need him now, can you get him Mommy?" I looked away. "Please Mommy. Please." She fluttered her eyes at me and I gave in.

"Oh okay..." I kissed the top of her head. "I'll get it now for you." Placing the cup of coffee in the sink, I make to the door and grab my phone and keys.

I send Benedict a text.

Just coming over to grab Chrissy bear. Is it there?

Yeah, it's here. You can come over.
Ben

I reached for my coat and slipped it on. When I opened the door, I gasped.

"Ah!" Paul jerked back. We both began to laugh. "Thanks for scaring the bejeezes out of me!"

"Well good morning to you too." He pecked me on the cheek.

"Where you off?" We walked past each other.

"Chrissy forgot her bear at Ben's, so I'm-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." He placed his hand onto my shoulder. "You sure you should go?" I shrug.

"I kind of have to. For Chrissy."

"Good luck sis." I close the door behind me and drive to Benedict's place, pulling up outside.

Before I knocked on his door, I took a deep breath. I was nervous. I just left suddenly yesterday.

My heart skipped a beat as the door opened, and Benedict stood in front of me with a small smile on his face. I lightly clear my throat.

"Where is it?" I asked firmly. He stepped out of my way and pointed into the living room.

"In there." He said with no tone whatsoever.

I walk past him and made my way into the living room, clutching Mr Snuggles.

"Thanks..." He nodded lightly.

"Yep..." I could instantly feel the tension between us.

"I'll be going then..." But, I paused in my tracks, as the most peculiar words came out of Benedict's mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I frowned and turned to face him.

"I texted you-"

"No, not about the bear. About the fact that you're pregnant Scarlett!"

The tension was cut through with a knife and I stood in Benedict's home-- wishing I never came in the first place.